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"So, Leon... Pumpkin carving?" Krauser flashes a knife. "Or are you wanting to be my canvas?"
"Talk dirty to me, big man," comes the response and his own knife is out in a flash. There are pumpkins, but if these two keep it up, they will be discarded utterly.
Now he's just feeling spiteful. Krauser quietly walks up to Roisin, looking at her. "Y'know that Karl guy? Try moving everything in his workshop the tiniest inch to the left. He'll bump into everything and it will make him even more pissed." He seems to have some sort of vengeance on the mind.
||: Unprompted Asks | {always accepting}
Roisin sat, very much interested in his suggestion.
What a monstrous thought…
It would take some effort-
What a devious idea…
-many of the metal structures he had were far too heavy for her alone.
What a horrible man to have given her this information…
This had to happen. Anything to torment that bastard metal man.
Roisin nodded slowly, a small smirk growing on her face as she gently scratched her chin.
“I will do this, yes. But I will need help, would you help?”
Though he could be a monster at times, today wasn't that day, laying his head down on Leon's shoulder with a soft rumble. Really, all he wanted right now was attention.
“Hmn?” Leon shifted a little and straightened, lifting his eyebrow and then tilted his head to better regard the man. He knew better than to ask stupid questions like “are you okay?” Krauser would tell him if it was something he needed to know.
[ TRAINING ]
[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.
What Leon lacks in size and strength, he more than makes up for in agility and flexibility. Jack Krauser seems determined to test the limits of this. He wants Leon to be able to defend himself and escape if he needs, of course, but there’s obviously no harm toying with the kid.
Leon feels himself tossed completely off-balance, grabbed, and forced bodily against the nearest wall. Krauser has one arm pinned behind him. The other is pressed against that same wall as he arches and tries to escape the hold. His cheek is slick against the wall’s surface—he is sweaty; they’ve been training for a few hours now—and his heart hammers in his chest as he feels the grip of a hand upon his hip.
He groans quietly and bites his lip. If the hand wanders, what of it? They’ve worked hard today… maybe a little downtime won’t hurt.
Pinned against a wall
It's a soft, odd moment, where Krauser approached, reaching out and pressing his lips against Leon's with a low purr escaping from scarred lips. "Merry Christmas, comrade..."
"Merry Christmas," responds Leon, who has never had strong feelings one way or the other about this holiday. If Jack Krauser is here, however, it's a good one. "I missed you."
He draws close and leans up for another kiss, this one long and slow, promising more.
Smash or pass. comrade?
@ex-socom
... smashiguessifihavetobehonest
"She's a bio weapon, sir. I'm not actually scared. You know that, right?"
“We all have our little fears, nothing to be ashamed of, Krauser.”
*Cue Wesker watching Krauser getting his ass handed to him like*
